A/N: Here I have a new chapter, please R/R!

To hermyblack: Sorry, it's going to be Draco/Hermione but not Harry/Yurin, but it's going to be Harry/? I'm not going to tell! Hehe!

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Madam Promfrey looked over Draco Malfoy's sleeping figure one more time. It seemed that the young man was progressing steadily. The moment he woke up, he will be allowed to get out of the hospital wing. She then went to her office.

Not long after that, Draco stirred and opened his eyes, flincing at the bright light. He turned his head to see if anyone is there. When he saw no one, he sat up and settled in that position. He looked around to see that he was at the hospital wing. This made him frown. 'How in Merlin's name did I get here?' he thought. He lifted up his shirt and saw that his abdominal area was bandaged securely. One of his hands touched his head and felt that it was also bandaged. "What the-" but was caught off when he heard a door open.

He saw Madam Promfrey coming out of her office and was now making her way towards him. He collected himself and tried to look like as calm as possible. When the matron reached his bed, he asked, with his voice drawling, "What happened?" He noticed that the matron suddenly looked uncomfortable. He frowned, 'What the hell is going on?' he thought. Madam Promfrey turned to him, "Mr. Malfoy, how about we call the headmaster, shall we?" not waiting for answer, she went and walked her way to her office.

He looked after the matron's retreating figure. He was so sure that the matron was hiding something from him. His patience was running thin. He wanted to know how he got here and he wanted to know NOW. 'That crackpot headmaster better have an explanation for this!'

Soon after, the doors of the hospital wing opened and the ancient headmaster came striding in. He smiled at Draco, who, being a Malfoy, just glared back. The headmaster took no notice of this. "Well, I see that you are well now Mr. Malfoy," he said, a twinkle still present in his blue eyes.

"Why am I here? What happened?" Draco asked impatiently. All this stalling was driving his patience low, and that damn twinkle on the headmaster's eyes are getting on his nerves. Dumbledore looked at his student and said, "That is not the important thing right now. The most important thing is that you are well, is that understood?" Draco looked at him, scandalized. "But-" he started.

"Mr. Malfoy, is that understood?" the headmaster's voice was final. Draco nodded grudgingly. "Can I go now?" he asked, still annoyed that they didn't tell them why he was there in the first place. Dumbledore called Madam Promfrey to give the Slytherin a check up for one last time. When she was done she nodded to Draco and said, "Well, seems that you're in good shape, but we still need to keep your head and your ribs bandaged, as your head wound is still kind of fresh and your ribs still need to be steadied,"

Draco nodded and dressed himself in his school robes that were on the seat next to his bed and left without any consent or thank you. He left, leaving behind the matron and the headmaster, looking at his back and shaking their heads.

He continued his way out of the hospital wing, his head still full of thoughts. 'How the hell did he get there?' 'What the hell is up with all the bloody secrecy?' 'And why the hell is my head bandaged?!' With this train of thoughts, he didn't even notice that he took a wrong turn and was going towards the library instead of the Slytherin Common Room.

Hermione was walking, also having her own train of thoughts. 'Harry is once again pushing everyone away', 'I guess he misses Sirius.' 'I wonder what Yurin is going to tell me, I hope she opens up or she will explode if she doesn't.' 'Maybe she's still suffering from losing that someone, that's why she's like that.' She was startled out of her thoughts when she bumped into someone with full force.

She stumbled back, falling on the floor on her back. She groaned and sat up, looking at the person she bumped into. Across from her, was Draco Malfoy, on his behind, groaning with all his Malfoy glory. He looked up to Hermione and scowled. "Great, now I have to wash this robes. Thanks a lot, Mudblood."

Hermione couldn't help but just stare at the person next to him. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, head still bandaged and attitude still the same. 'I wonder if he's all right' she thought, but soon forgot about that after what the headmaster told them, 'No! He doesn't remember, and I can't tell him! He can't remember,' she thought, shaking her head. She looked at Draco Malfoy, who was now standing and looking down at her smirking. "What, you like what you see mudblood?"

She looked up at him. 'Ignore him. Ignore him.' Malfoy didn't remember what happened so she might as well forget about saving him in the first place. She shook her head, stood up, dusted herself off and glared at Malfoy. "Don't you dare call me that! Not everyone is below you," she said, glaring at Malfoy, but in the same time, couldn't feel but sorry for him. His own father was the reason in the first place.

Draco looked at Hermione. "Shut up you mudblood, I'll talk to you however I want," he said. He glared at her fiercely, that it made Hermione squirmed uncomfortably. He smirked in success. Plus, that's the best he can do at the moment, 'cause his head still hurt. 'Must've been because I fell when I bumped to that stupid mudblood.'

There was silence between them. A pregnant pause was present between a Slytherin and a Gryffindor in the middle of the hallway to the library. The tension was growing thick around them you could cut it with a knife.

"So, um, M-Malfoy, are y-you, you k-know, alright?" Hermione said, stuttering. She was just itching to ask if Malfoy remembered anything. Knowing the truth about Malfoy was pushing her to say something about it. She was never good at keeping secrets that affect her conscience so much. She looked on the floor, not looking at the person in front of her. Draco looked at her suspiciously, "What it is to you? What are you on about, Granger?" he drawled.

Hermione looked up at Malfoy with a nervous looked in her eyes. "You know what, it's n-nothing, that reminds m-me I got t-to go" and with that, she bolted pass Malfoy, forgetting all about the library. Draco looked after her retreating figure, sure confusion written on his face, "What the bloody hell was that about?" Realizing what he just said, he cursed softly, "Crap, I sound like Weasel."

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Hermione got to the Gryffindor Common Room and went up to the Girls Dormitory. She went and sat on her bed, not even looking around to see if anyone was there. "That was too close," she said to nothing in particular.

"What was too close?" a voiced asked from the other side of the room. She looked up to see Yurin sitting on her bed, her back on the headboard. She was looking at Hermione, a box propped on her lap. Hermione went and sat on Yurin's bed.

"Forget about it, it's nothing," Hermione said. Yurin shrugged and looked at the box on her lap. She then looked up at Hermione. "I'm ready to talk now, I think it might help," Hermione nodded silently, and put her hand on Yurin's knee. "I'm here to listen, alright?" Yurin looked Hermione and nodded. She swiped her hair out of her shoulders. She then pulled a necklace that she has been wearing that Hermione never noticed before.

On the necklace were three pendants; a key, silver fang-shaped pendant that looks sharp on the edge and a tube-shaped pendant. She took the necklace off and used the key to open the box. She opened the lid and looked at Hermione. "I had always been in the orphanage since I can remember. Every time I ask the mistress where my parents were, they will always say one thing: 'They didn't want you'. I never understood when I was still young, but as I got older, reality caught up and I realized that my parents will never come and find me, as I always pictured in my dreams," She stopped and took a deep breath, and glanced at Hermione who was silently listening.

"The older I got, the weirder people thought I was. When they started sending me and the others kids in school, I looked forward to having friends. The mistresses of the orphanage weren't really nice to me. Everything was going fine at first, and then when I get mad, people's hair started changing colors, bubbles started coming out of their mouths when they talk and all other freaky stuff," she looked at Hermione.

The bushy haired girl smiled sadly, "You were just showing signs of magic. I had those too," Yurin nodded and continued, "Everyone started avoiding me from then on. They were scared that I might do witch craft on them. They said I was a witch. Guess they were right. I had to endure a year of that, people thinking of me as a freak, a menace and an abomination. Then summer came, I couldn't be happier, but it didn't change. The taunting continued at the orphanage and couldn't wait until I turned 17, 'cause by that time, I would be allowed to leave. But I was just 10, well, 11 'cause I turned a year older on the 20th of June," she stopped and traced her fingers on the sides of the box.

"It was about a the middle of the summer when boy was brought to the orphanage. They said his parents abandoned him, and he had been living on the streets since. He was found and was brought to the orphanage for he said that he was too young on his own. He was about 12 that time, older than me by a year I think. His name was Jordan Pisa, and we just clicked," she said taking something out of the box and held it in her hand.

"He seemed to be so miserable and something inside me wanted to help him, to give him the help I never received. Little did I know, he was the one who helped me. He was there when I needed him, and I couldn't help but be thankful. We were friends since we met. Then, freaky stuff started happening again. I thought he was going to go away when I accidentally colored his hair blue. But he didn't, he thought it was cool. So I wasn't afraid anymore of loosing him. He told me that he will always be there," she sighed again.

"When we grew older, people started getting the idea of him being like me, you know, freaky. He didn't care, instead he said, 'If they think we are freaky, then we will give them freaky.' So we started giving each other piercings, I gave him a piercing on the eyebrow and he did my ears. We wore clothes that are like, you know, the stereotypical kind, in other words, the three Bs; big, black and baggy. He didn't want me to pierce anything on my face, 'cause he said it was already perfect," she snorted at that, then continued, "Then, he asked if I wanted to get tattoos; and I did. So we got this," she said, pulling up her right sleeve, revealing the tattoos that she saw earlier. Hermione nodded in understanding.

"I got it on the right arm and he got it on the left. It was painful you know, my eyes were watering, but Jordan was there for the whole time. I was really thankful," she then took the thing she held in her hand and handed it to Hermione. Hermione took it and saw that it was a picture; a muggle one.

It was Yurin and a guy with jet-black hair to his shoulders that was tied; leaving bangs in front of his face that she assumed was Jordan. He looked pale and he was about 6' feet tall. He too wore the clothes like Yurin does and he was holding Yurin's right hand with his left. They both had their sleeves up to show their identical tattoos that nearly took their whole arm up. She smiled at it and gave it back to Yurin. "You must really love snakes."

Yurin chuckled at this, "Yep, we did. Especially him. He was really fond of snakes," then her face turned somber, "Wish he was here. But he couldn't take it. Everyone was always taunting me and him, you know? We were out casts, freaks. The guys at school would always beat him up, but he'd always said that he was alright. I should have known better," she sniffed, her eyes filling with tears. Hermione moved forward and hugged her, "You don't have to continue you know," she whispered.

Yurin shook her head, "No, it's okay, I have to work this out, it's nearly done anyway." She straightened up and continued, "Then last summer came, the school year was so bad, everyone was beating him up and taunting us both. He was 17 and he could've left, but he said he would wait for me. Then, it was like happening so fast, the summer was nearly done and he told me that he needs me to promise him that I will go on even if he's gone and I will live up our dream into leaving this hellhole. I told him I will and I was really confused why he wanted me to do it. Took me a while to realize that he was going to end it. He didn't talk to me that whole day and I was sure that something was wrong. It was at night when I just knew that I had to come up to his room," she wiped the tears that were spilling on her face angrily. She took an item out of the box and held it.

When Hermione caught sight of it, she gasped; on Yurin's hand was a muggle gun. Yurin was looking at it with great interest. She looked up at Hermione, "I found this," she held the gun up, "in his hand like this," and she put it on her temple. "He was looking at me with a smile on his face, he said he was sorry," She closed her eyes; more tears spilling from her close eyelids and readied the gun. Hermione's eyes widened and to her horror, Yurin pulled the trigger.

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Cliffie? o.O